Grandaddy

Last night we took Caro through to Glasgow to see Grandaddy play at 02.

The tickets stated that the doors opened at 7pm, and most people apart from ourserves seemed to know that this meant that nothing happened until nearly 8pm. However, our early arrival meant that we were able to claim one of the few seats.

White Star Liners were the support, and very good they were too. They are from Brighton, where there’s a big music scene.

I thought that Grandaddy were superb. They are a tight-knit operation who play a distinct brand of indie rock music with many creative features. And they play loud. The drink in front of me vibrated like that well-known scene out of Jurassic Park.

The capacity crowd really enjoyed the music. Because it was a relatively early start (the band finished at 10.15pm) this was not a drunken audience expecting to clap along with churned-out old hits, and then stagger home. Instead, everyone listened very attentively to some fantastic sounds, and then showed their full appreciation.

Typical was one chap that I spoke to at the bar. “That band can play!” I said. “I’ve waited All my life for this moment” he replied.

The encore included one of the most spectacular songs you can imagine.

Were they all grand daddies in the audience as well as on the stage? Was there anyone in the audience who had all their own teeth? I suppose that’s why it stopped at half nine or something. So the old dears could get home for their cocoa. Hotboy